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When fantasies fall like the ghosts of empires,
and the great spires dissolve into the sand, I find
that what I'd thought a home was all a desert.
I grieve for it, but now with a clear mind
I'll make a real home in greener lands.
and the great spires dissolve into the sand, I find
that what I'd thought a home was all a desert.
I grieve for it, but now with a clear mind
I'll make a real home in greener lands.
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A short poem. It's not much of anything.
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I see your Ancient Egypt course has had an affect, huh? 